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He stalked toward me. “I’ll give you one more chance, Whitney.”
A fire ripped down my spine, flaring through my pelvis and heating me from within. “Everything’s fine, Court. Just fine.” I flipped through several channels, not even seeing what they were playing. Every single one of my senses was attuned to Court.
In spite of having made the decision to leave, I was a selfish person to the core. I wanted his attention. I wanted his hands on me. Wanted his words to slide deep inside me and settle somewhere I could keep them forever.
I wanted one last moment with him before it was all lost.
He moved until he was towering over me from behind, heat emanating from him. His hands landed on my shoulders, warmth spreading under the touch. He dragged them slowly down my arms and pressed his cheek against mine. “I thought we were past all this. What did I say to you?”
His hands were still moving, sliding along my skin until he reached my hands and plucked the remote from my fingers. He shut the TV off and threw the remote onto the bed, then wrapped his hands around mine and crossed them over my body, barring them tightly against me.
“What did I say to you, Whitney?”
Fuck, I’d forgotten he asked me a question. “To talk to you about how I was feeling.”
“Mm. So why aren’t you doing that now?”
“Because I’m fine.”
He pressed his lips to my cheek, skimming light kisses down my neck, then sank his teeth into my pulse point. I struggled against his hold and felt him flex every muscle, gripping me tighter. “You explode because you just bottle everything up until there’s no more room, until the only place all those mixed up feelings can go is out.” He bit my neck, causing me to choke out a strangled moan. “You know who you’ve been hurting the most?”
“You?” I whispered.
“No. Yourself, baby. I won’t let you do that anymore.” He slid his tongue along the spot he’d bitten as an enormous rush of sadness threatened to drown me. “Maybe you’ve never had anyone you could talk to. Maybe you’ve never had anyone give a damn. But you’ve got me now, and I want you to tell me why you’re upset.”
He started backing us up slowly, making sure I didn’t stumble, until he sat on the edge of the bed and set me on one of his thighs so I was straddling it, facing away from him. I could feel his erection pressing into my left ass cheek, and without thinking about it, I ground down onto his thigh and then pushed back toward his cock.
His lips brushed my ear. “You know what happens when you don’t behave, Whitney.”
A flood of arousal poured into my groin until I was throbbing and aching with desire. For him. I rolled my hips again, and then he lifted me, positioning me belly down over his thighs. I didn’t even fight him. I wanted this. I needed this. So badly it fucking hurt.
“I would prefer it if you talked to me,” he mused, running a big hand down my spine and along the curve of my ass. “But I don’t think that’s what you need right now.” He slid his hand beneath my pants and underwear, squeezing my ass hard, then all too soon his hand was gone. He reached underneath me and started undoing the button and zipper, and my heart beat harder. I clutched the blanket in my hands as he pulled my pants and underwear down around my thighs, leaving them there so I couldn’t move. Excitement coursed through me, the anticipation making me throb.
Court hummed in appreciation as he peeled my shirt up my back, over my head and arms, and set it on the bed beside his legs. He placed his heated palm along my spine and slid it toward my ass, cupped one cheek, then the other, and then the warmth of his hand disappeared.
There was no warning as the first spank came. Just the intense flash of stinging pain on the left side, and quickly after, the right. I cried out, jerking in his lap as white-hot arousal flared through my pussy. The sting had just begun to fade when he hit me again, and again, and again. I was incoherent by the sixth blow, pain and pleasure mixing in a heady cocktail that sent me higher and higher. I choked on a gasp, small sounds of pleasure coming with every breath. One of my hands found Court’s shirt and I twisted the material in a tight fist. My hips began to move on his thighs, my clit rubbing over his erection. His palm hit the center of my ass, then each cheek, and then he was smoothing his hand over the sore flesh.
“Please,” I moaned, squirming on his legs.
“Please what?” He kept rubbing over the globes of my ass, sending delicious sparks of pain dancing along my nerve-endings.
“Please, Court,” I choked out, pressing myself harder into the heat of his cock.
His hand travelled lower until his fingers delved past my cheeks and skimmed along my lips, teasing the wetness around my entrance.
“You’re going to be good for me?” He kept sliding his fingers up and down my slit without entering me, and I tried to push back onto him, to force them inside.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He shifted, and then sank his teeth into my left cheek so hard I cried out, jerking in his hold. He soothed the bite with his tongue in a languid lick that made me groan, then slipped his fingers inside me. That feeling of him finally filling me, finally having him where I needed him, made my eyes roll back. A strangled moan erupted from me, spilling out in long, broken waves.
“I fucking love how wet you get for me,” he rasped, thrusting his fingers harder, faster. He had three inside me now, and the feeling was pure ecstasy. He started pushing his hips up, rubbing his cock against my throbbing clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers, and I was coming two seconds later.
Everything in my system shorted out as the pleasure overtook me, wave after wave of the orgasm hitting me so hard I couldn’t breathe. As I started to come down, he kept pumping into me.
I could hear his unsteady breaths above me, could feel how hard he was beneath me. He was larger than life, and god I loved that. He was a blanket of refuge, a whole sanctuary of a person that I wanted to tuck myself into.
Unhurriedly, he slid his fingers out of me. I turned my head to see him bring his hand to his lips, watched as his tongue glided along those fingers and licked them clean. He looked down at me, a devilish grin pulling at his lips.
